Renunciation
Time
Slow
Sunlight
Afternoon
February
A clear cloudless sky
The air is cold and dry
I am at peace in my room
In my silent hermitage
I sense the presence of God
The gentle touch of timelessness
Is so much more than I can grasp
I become inarticulate --
A coyote briefly trots by
A satellite is launched into space
Saturn is slowly turning direct
In Andromeda a new star is born
A sparrow appears on the windowsill
A new Buddhist Nun has her long hair shorn
An ocean wave becomes perfectly still
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